the drawing PART 3
It wasn’t until I was 20 that I started to get back into my old favorite shows, and just like before, watching Invader Zim ignited a flame of creativity inside me that made me want to create my own characters and my own stories. At that time, I had also been at a community college for about a year and I decided to start working towards an Associate Degree.
During this time, I was also trying to develop my own style even further because, after not drawing for years, I relied heavily on the references from Invader Zim and Dragonball Z.
I just really liked the big eyes, spiked hair, and the exaggerated faces they would do. It was fun to draw that. But I wanted to design an original character that was female, and at the same time, I started thinking of all the ideas about what she would be like and what kind of world she would live in. I would have pages and pages of sketches and scribbles as I tried to develop her universe. I wanted to create a comic, or a graphic novel and have a really cool story that was dystopian and dark, but also funny and random. I just really enjoyed that kind of dark humor.
So I enrolled in a few classes at my local college so that I could learn even more about design and story telling, and all the other things that come with creating your own world with your own characters. Something I had done even as a kid. It was just so exciting and fun for me. And I couldn’t wait to hone my skills and get out into the world of other artists and creators!
Only, for some reason, I was knocked down before I had even started running.
There were several reasons why. Depression for one, because there would be so many times when I would just lose passion to do really much of anything.
But the other thing was that people in those classes started to constantly point out that my art style was too much like anime or too similar to Jhonen Vasquez.
When I was just beginning. There was one guy who thought he knew everything about everything, and held his head up like he was better than everyone else. He approached me one day outside of class while I was drawing and acted like he was interested. So I showed him some of my sketches and the first thing he pointed out was that it looked like Jhonen’s work. As if it was some kind of crime to be inspired by an artist that made you want to get out there and try to figure out your own stories of madness and chaos. I don’t know about you, but isn’t that what people are supposed to do? And I have to admit. My character designs were very similar to his work. But that’s what I was trying to change. I didn’t WANT to copy another person’s style. I wanted to build off of it and create my own! I even explained to this know it all that my intention wasn’t to steal, but I was merely in the beginning of my artistic journey. But that didn’t stop him from pointing it out every chance he got. Even when we were in an illustration class together and we were all displaying our work in front of everyone and we had to stand up in front of the rest of the students. When the professor said he liked my project, this pesky classmate couldn’t wait to inform him that I had committed the horrible, unforgivable crime of drawing my characters similarly to my favorite artist. Oh, heavens no! Why would I do such a thing? The HORROR!
But it didn’t stop there! During my time at that college I had two professors who apparently believed the same thing as that nagging classmate, and were all too happy to point out that my work reminded them of someone else’s, therefore it was bad.
One of them told me my style looked too much like anime, the other said it was too much like Invader Zim. Meanwhile, half the class was drawing characters and environments that looked all too similar too Disney or Pixar, but that was apparently just fine!
One of the professors in particular made it his goal for the semester to break down all of my confidence by telling me that my work looked like copies of other characters, or that he’d seen something like it before.
He even stopped by when it wasn’t even his class and as he walked through the room, he asked me if I had made the drawing that was on on the computer. It was an Adobe Illustrator class, and the assignment was to create shapes without using a gradient tool. We were instructed to pick out any item that we wanted from our home or whatever else. I picked a little stuffed bunny that my friend had sent me from Japan. It was a tiny little thing that had a huge head, long ears, and a small body. It was pretty simplistic, but interesting at the same time. And I thought it would work perfectly, and decided to use it as my reference for the project.
So when I said yes, assuming that he was wondering if I had copied another student’s homework or something, he started tearing into my work and even instructed me to pull up a DIFFERENT picture I’d been working on, that wasn’t even part of the project! It was my own little illustration I had made that I was so proud of. But he started picking it apart, telling me all of the things that were wrong with it and asking me why I was copying other styles. I told him that was never my intention, and he went on to say that I wouldn’t ever be able to sell that stuff because it was just too much like someone else’s work. And this was a piece that I had literally drawn without any reference picture, just based off my imagination. I wasn’t even planning on selling it or anything like that. It was a fucking design I made for fun. But for some reason, he couldn’t handle that fact, and had to keep telling me all the reasons why it was wrong.
It was only later on that I realized he was asking if I’d come up with the bunny’s design. But by then it was too late.
He didn’t stop there though, nope! When I took the 2D Animation class that was being taught only by him, he took delight in embarrassing me in front of the entire class during our final presentation. The assignment was to do a lip syncing animation based off ten seconds of audio taken from any media we wanted to choose from. After spending the semester animating nothing but bouncing balls and running faceless figures, I was excited to try out my super spectacular skills on some actual animation! And of course, since I was still on an Invader Zim high, I chose a clip from that show for my first animation. I spent a lot of time trying to replicate the way the characters mouths and tongues when they spoke, and I was really proud of what I had accomplished. After all, it was really my first animation I’d ever done! Even a few of the students were impressed by how well I’d gotten the animation to look like the real thing. And I felt really proud for a sliver of a second.
But of course, Mr. Professor of misery had to step in and tell me that there were just too many things wrong with my project. He started out by saying that it was almost TOO good. Meaning that it looked too much like the actual characters, and that I wouldn’t be able to do anything with it. But what did he think I was trying to do? Steal the rights to the show and try to make it myself?! I thought that I was doing a school project that I would most likely never work on after that class ended. And don’t most animators have to copy the style of the show they’re working on anyway? Did he not realize that this was legitimately my first time animating characters at all? I don’t know. I honestly really don’t.
But when I think back on what happened, it makes me really upset. I mean, professors are supposed to be guiding you and teaching you how to improve your craft, right? They should be encouraging you to do your best, not tearing down everything you show them. I understand constructive criticism and I think that’s a GOOD thing. But this wasn’t constructive at all. In fact, it actually deconstructed my confidence in myself, and in my artwork. It made me question whether I should even pursue that career field at all.
I mean, I get it. Stealing someone else’s art style and claiming it as your own is unacceptable, no matter what. But not once did I ever do anything like that. I was simply using it to inspire me to try and create my own style. What is wrong with that?
And if you think about it, doesn’t pretty much everything remind you of something else nowadays? Is that really so bad? Didn’t some of the world’s most renowned painters start with trying to paint the works from their favorite artists? Isn’t that how we learn things in the first place?
I don’t know. All I know is that what those professors said really messed with me for a while. And most of that is my fault, because I shouldn’t have let their opinions matter so much in the first place. But if you were being told by a well respected authority figure that everything you’re doing is wrong, and then never trying to instruct you on how you could make it better, wouldn’t you start to think twice about what you were doing?
Anyhow, that was several years ago, and even though it held me back a little longer than I’d liked, I’ve finally started being confident in my art again. I’m drawing more now than I have been since I took those classes, and you want to know something funny? A lot of people seem to enjoy my style. So I guess those professors were wrong.
Who would have thought that there would be people out there with different tastes, and different opinions?
It’s crazy to even think about that, am I right?
—kaitlynjane
Flommist KAiTLYNjane has been drawing and writing stories ever since she knew how to scribble on a piece of paper, or her sister’s forehead when she was just two weeks old. Copyright © 2020 KAiTLYNjane.
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